Family History

I found a colorful, wooden trunk in the attic today. It was old and gathering dust, all tucked away. I knew this old trunk held some history and it made my heart astatic, and I lowered the trunk ever so gently to the floor of Mother's attic. I dusted it off completely and carefully opened the old latches. In the corner of it sat a box of blue matches. There were blankets and pictures galore and a completely sealed cigar inscribed "It's A Boy". A picture of two young people hand in hand, looking full of hope without demand. What a lovely picture to see, Mom and Dad, and baby makes three. What a surprise it had to be; It was a girl and the girl was me.